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a terrible painter, a dreamer, a rebel , a feminist and a self certified bisexual Witch. Who is always trying to visualize whats on the other side of the canvas she paints,just another human- Living alive Life. Now also a green tea addict.

Friday, 31 January 2014

Daredevil had to leave Bunny Instructor,
Scared Cat and Knowing for the delicate husband she left at home. The lessons
were never going to be same for the trio again. The lessons were going to be
deprived of adrenaline rush, hence peaceful days seemed near. Knowing being an
infrequent learner, mother of Sacred Cat decided to join in for moral
encouragement. The ‘omen’ Scared Cat wanted to avoid was sitting in the
backseat.

Now the rides were no longer taking place
in the secured but rule less fields, now the car was running on road. The road
which seemed so divine and ethereal few days back was turning into a game of
Temple Run. Knowing being born with male brains had smarter understanding of
navigation. Whereas Scared Cat found her roads becoming narrow with each
passing moment. The world was not going to be same, a new dimension had opened
up, and the Cat Town was not far away now. The rules of road were finally
opening up to Scared Cat and she realized curiosity really killed the cat.

Moral encouragement was found in wrong
places and wrong words. Scared Cat felt that clutching the steering wheel hard
enough would slow down the speed of car. First gear seemed the safest option to
her but the car suffered like Tony Stark. The world from the driver’s seat felt
like 3D movie and the zooming vision seemed so disjointed that even abstract
paintings seemed to capture natural event. Suddenly the empty highway was
revealing the obstacles that were bound to befall every driver of this great
nation. Though driving in second gear, suddenly Scared Cat kicked her break and
clutch killing the car in middle of the road. Her eyes closed and she was being
transported to hospital in 108 in her parallel universe. As she opened her eyes
behind the glasses to find the herd of black goats alive and happily crossing the
roads ignorant of the accident that could happen. Bunny Instructor asked Scared
to relax and restart her battle of roads. After few minutes a brown ox passed
and Scared Cat again clutched to her steering wheel. Bunny Instructor couldn't stop
chuckling at his fearful student. In his mind he cursed his fate for providing
him extreme students. Firstly he had to deal with a Daredevil who wanted to
induce sixth gear in car. Secondly a Mr. Know it all, who knew everything about
driving and finally he had this shrimp that was afraid to even open her eyes.
So after composing herself and deporting her mind in hands of fear, Scared Cat
drove past the busy Medical College, where family of patients sat and sipped
tea under the bamboo shops. The garbage van overtook her making her drive with one
hand. The old women who sold Tekli Pitha saw the car which walked them by. Scared
deliberately blew horn in front of the sleeping District Court and gladly
passed the luminescent road indicators but still clutching on to the steering
wheel and hitting the breaks like kicking the balls of a stalker.

Now the safety of her passengers lay on her
hands, this very thought scared the cat. Driving on roads which not only had
humans but other species was injecting her with terrible thought. Mutton on
plate was always better than under the wheels. Bunny Instructor kept chanting
to her that everyone on the road was equivalent to animals and the driver was
the most intelligent person in the world. But this thought twisted into a moral
duty as it became the moral duty of Scared Cat to drive safely. From backseat
encouragement was scarce to only advise. Mother of scared cat chose to be the
counsellor having abundant theoretical knowledge but limited practical knowledge.
The pearls of wisdom had reverse effect on Scared Cat. In her anger and
frustration her hands gladly shifted to third gear and zoomed past the kitty party of cows, the dancing dogs and
lamenting goats. The cold morning slapped her face and the sunlight burned her
eyes, yet in anger she kept driving in what appeared to her as the highest
speed she could acquire. Finally Bunny Instructor calmed her and scolded her
for being rash and childish. He consoled her to work in her own pace and pay no
heed to anyone except his words. And so they resumed driving back in their
fearly ever after

Meanwhile the car was cursing the short
legs which had tortured him with the sudden attack of third gear and constant
assault of clutch and accelerator. It coughed and huffed and farted yet no one
paid attention to his pain. He prayed to his creator and cried at the treatment
he received. Bought like a new bride and
now he was treated inferior than a concubine. He was a prince who fell in wrong
hands and was raised liked page boy. Finally he sighed when he saw the silver
gate and he was handed over to Bunny Instructor who gently drove him inside. At
last the car went into sleep under his Tin Hut and thanked his savior for another
adventure filled day. But little did he know the roads were going to get meaner
and his brother and sisters were soon going meet him.

Saturday, 25 January 2014

Book four opens in 13th century in a village,
soon we find ourselves in the tantric ceremony of waking up the demon. The
demon couldn’t be resurrected and hence the place was sealed and is being
protected by the soul of Balnath. Soon we find a lamenting Vira and his
desperation to save the one he loves most his son. A drunken Vira soon realises
his desire to love his son and save him. Meanwhile our sidekick Ashwin is in
search of the Aghori. Ashwin is helped by a silver hair character soon to be
launched under HCE. Finally our boy Krona aka Vira’s son is seen with the Twins :
Koka and Vikoka. So Krona is our medium standing on the land Balnath’s
soul is protecting and Krona is the key to his resurrection. We find Vira
waving goodbye to his crow and Ashwin. Vira has accepted his path to protect
his son. In next pages we have high action Vira fighting Koka and Vikoka in
their true form. Ashwin is the life saviour here and we finally get to see the
use of the power of Innocence. Finally we see Mentor like demon-Kali growing
out of chaos and fight. Vira goes into cardiac arrest and meets the first
Aghori- Mahadev. Mahadev gives him the same chance to die and let things happen
or to go back. Our Aghori wants to go back, Mahadev gives him an advice that
everything comes with a price. Still lord Shiva gifts him with the third eye
which diminishes our enemy for the next arc to come. Vira is saved by our
mysterious character in white hair who carries a white kitten with him. So now
Arc-1 ends with Krona being saved, Ashwin sticking with Vira and most probably our
Crow coming back.

The art work is magnificent, the colour play and sketching
done beautifully. The blood accumulated into the symbol Krona carries from four
virgin girls actually makes one shiver. The expression of Vira’s despair and
frustration in first few panels are wonderful. His agony and attempt to steal alcohol
and asking the question “what I would give to be that man” shows all his lost
hopes. The smile he gives at the joy of parents meeting their child is
marvellous. Krona is drawn well, yet he still lacks his boyish or childish appeal.
Off course he has good expression, his artwork is always over showed compared
to Vira. Our Ashwin is growing into a man, reminds of Batman’s Robin at times.
The landscape of the sealed village is very artistic and factual too. Krona’s
demolishing the seal and burning in fire is filled with power. But the best
artwork of the whole series is the Burning Peacock. It arouses pity and fear
unlike any in the series. This one panel holds the eyes. Vira in fire and his
fight with the Twins are executed pretty well. The father-son intense speech
and Ashwin’s heroics all lead to though a predictable but good finale. Well
Kali here is way different from Kali of My name is Kalki Mahadev gives the feel
of someone who is ancient then time itself. Someone who knows it all yet
chooses to ignore. Finally we meet Desh
our future flagship character and him telling us that he and Vira are equal.

The only complain that Book 4 creates is, it ends too fast.
It ends fast and yes actions are good but the ending was predictable, its good
Krona theme-line has got a definition and direction. So now we are left
intrigued for Issue 9- that’s Book-5 Bloodlines. Desh is really a curious
character in leather and why does he have a cat. We are waiting for the new
book.

Book-4 gets:- 3.5 out
of 5

Book- The Skull
Rosary

Writer:- Shweta
Taneja

Artist- Vivek
Goel

The book claims to be a hundred page graphic novel. Done in
classic black and white art the book delves into myth of Shiva. Instead of calling it a
novel, it should be graphic collection of legend of Shiva. Each story
deals with the aspects of lust, doubt, fear, greed, pride, honour. The stories
are picked from common folklore and household tales. Yet the book presents the
dark aspect of blessing and good aspect of a curse.

Story-I :- The Blind Side

Is story of Andhaka, journey of a fallen blind ugly prince
who gains the power of vision only to loose his sanity and vision of moral.
With his greed to see more and his desire to lust for Parvati leads his
downfall. His skull is the first in the rosary.

The first pages of art are well drawn and have a very grim
and agony filled strokes. The art of divine Brahma is ethereal and Shiva’s calm
face with his savage body is excellent. The fight scenes are in order with the
story telling. A single flaw with art that bites the eyes is the women wearing
Kuchuli, Kuchuli in general never had straps. The art work where Andhaka
actually eats the eyes is really terrifying. Chandi is epitome of bloodlust.
The first story gives a boost to the whole book.

Story-II :- Prahlad’s Dream

Story of Prahlad has been heard, watched and read throughout
the country. But the story of his dream has never been told in a critical
manner. Narasima the half man half lion who kills Hiranyakashypu turns violent
and lusts for blood. When the preserver himself wonders in Chaos and risks the
existence of Universe. The destroyer must destroy the particle of imbalance.

First think that strikes are Prahlad’s eyes they are very
much like dark ocean reflecting full moon. Narshima’s brutal way of killing is
executed well, had it been in colour nightmares were sure to stay for days.
Virbhadra has four hands and looks like Shiva but more savage and less calm and
Narshima with two hands almost kills him. Narshima gives the feel of hybrid
human lion child over half human half lion being. The third eye opens and
Sharabha is born the eater of death. Their battleground is the universe, they toss
planets and satellites. Finally the Third eye collects the skull for his
rosary.

Story-III :- The Other Woman

We meet Narad the trouble maker. The story tells good has no
value if evil is passive. So here we have this sage instigating war, he visits
the peaceful under land and meets king Julandhar. We meet Brinda the queen of
Patal. Narad plans the downfall, results in making Julandhar craving for
Parvati. We find lord Shiva being put under the spell of maya and the
interfering of Vishnu. Finally the reason Ramayan happened because of the curse
from Brinda the Pious Queen. Wefind the true power of Shakti here.

The artwork follows the same pattern and keeps it going. The
demons with half eaten flesh, bull heads all contribute to wonderful collection
of demons so far. The eyes of Shiva which is under spell was a comic relief.
Narad giving us a quick background story
of Julandhar in bulletins helped in better understanding. The wild aspect of
Shakti in her raw form gives the meaning of power. Often beauty hides the most
lethal secrets. This story is of Brinda and her morality which results in
another skull to the rosary

Story-IV :- Brahma’s Fifth head

At first read, this story confuses. It follows a rhyme scheme
and deals with the theme incest more seriously than other stories in book. It
is solely a story of how lust drives even the creator crazy. What happens when
the creator lusts for his creation. We
have Brahma growing fifth head which is guided by lust only. He craves for his
daughter Sandhya. We have Bhairava the wicked yet necessary evil residing Shiva
who takes the sin of killing Brahma and Bhairava is being persecuted by wild
Shakti who wants Bhairava’s blood.

This story is the least heard of all and the artwork is at
its peak. The wicked, skinny, yet enchanting kin of Shiva, Bhairava is extreme
end of life. He is timeless and aim less. Shakti who wants his blood, loves
him, hates him, desires him yet loathes him. They walk the ends of universe to satisfy
her lust. Each panel of art is terribly beautiful. The kiss on the forehead
from a deformed face really shows a true passionate love. They are the darker
versions of the pure, they are needed. The final panel shows their happy ending
in hearts of wicked and love over a Skull filled with cupful of blood.

Story-V :- The King With A Goat’s Head.

It is the final story, the story of Sati’s sacrifice and
Shiva’s rage. We have Daksha and his grumbling against Sati’s marriage. We find
Sati offering herself as the purest of offerings to her husband. The howling of
Shashan Bandhu raises the lord into a rage. In this rage he destroys the
universe and Vishnu again has to intervene. Shiva goes berserk and his demonic
form shows destruction can come anytime. Yet he undo’s all the killing. The
dead Daksha is brought back to life but with Goats head.

The final story is the basis of all Shaktipit in the
country. Sati in claded in animal skin and her hair done like Shiva gives a
very balanced look to Shiva and reason to Dakshas distress. Daksha is well
drawn. The most striking art work is the part where Shiva starts his death
dance and his tongue wanders for blood. He goes on killing and collects skulls.
A Shiva in despair holding Sati could have been better drawn. The eyes in this
panel betrayed the seriousness. Whole artwork sticks to the flow of style,
narration like other stories. The classic black and white raises the book above
others.

Monday, 6 January 2014

(I hope the year gone was wonderful and the year that’s
begun will be beyond wonderful. Lately I have not been regularly updating the
blog due to miscellaneous reasons. But each reason had its roots and all are
happy one. So after nurturing wanderlust for sea for two decades, I have had
the taste of saline water all thanks to my crazy elder sister and her equally
confused husband- but that’s another tale for another post. Today we have the
story of one certain Christmas. The story is written on
occasion my elder sister’s belated birthday)

One certain not so cold Christmas morning, a city awoke to
celebration. The city had no beginning and no ending, it was born when first
drop of sweat dried and first bread was baked. It once had a happy name, but
like any other city it too changed its name with passage of time. People were
born here, fed themselves and left, it was a carnival of actions, emotion and
food. The city would embrace every opportunity to cry, shout and celebrate.
Today was Christmas morning; whole city despite having rare movements of winds
chose to drape itself in woollen attire. It was a foreign custom in this land
but it stayed and was an occasion to eat and be happy. The city never let a
moment pass by, it was Christmas after all! And this is City Of Chaos.

In this chaotic city under the grey lamination lay various
skyscrapers which would eventually scrap the lives in it. In one such not so
high building lived a family of equally chaotic relations. They had no memories
of past or future, they lived in present. At the edge of desire their thoughts
hanged. It was a family of adults; the city gave any citizen the title of adult
after coming of certain age. Like all the families of City of Chaos this family
too had preparations for the day. In this building, in their not so big
apartment, they lived and loved a family. The family had a married couple and
three young girls who claimed the title of adulthood not long back. There relation
of each girl with the married couple was of sister, but with each other a very
complex definition. Hence the three nymphs called each other by names not
knowing their relation with each other. They lived in different places but rooted
here, hence the couple of not so high and wise age acted as their guardian. Yet
they were family and Christmas was all about family.

“Wake up sleepy heads” called out the little fat woman the
queen of the house. Her husband was busy cooking the breakfast. The woman
called out again to the sleeping girls in one bed, each lay on other. The thin
and meek looking girl had rolled herself in the bed sheets and her long hair
was bursting out like serpents. The fat girl was converted into a zygote and
was curling up like a stray cat. The not so fat or not so thin girl had helped
her leg on the fat girl. The little fat woman suddenly had outburst of laughter
at sight of three; her motherly love drove her to kitchen to drag her husband
out to show the annoying scenario.

“Honey, the omelette will burn” spoke the husband

“Oh just look at them, those three are sleeping so carefree
of the worries of world” the wife laughed

“Well we all are carefree ain’t we dear, today is Christmas
after all” saying this the husband returned

“I guess, it gives us
more luxury to dream huh?” the little woman was pulling the bed sheet from the
thin girl, tickling the fat girl and pushing the not so fat not so thin girl.
She had the perfect medicine for every girl, today was Christmas hence she
refused to use her torture materials of scolding and shouting. Each girl woke
up to find the fat little woman standing in front of them. She was below the
age of thirty but the way she was putting on weight, forty didn’t seem far
away. It was a mystery how she was turning into a brown cherry with each
passing day. Her round face reminded of a cat that grew in blankets and her
huge grin and big eyes would knock off the existence of ‘doubt’ in life. Each
girl rubbing her eyes saw their guardian was already dressed up and was moving
her gait now.

“Come on girls, breakfast is moments away” said the little
fat woman with round face and short hair

“Well you never want to wake dreary, but today is day of
celebration” the wife pushed the fat one inside bathroom

“But what’s celebration, whole city goes to Circus Corner
and we stay home and cut cake- BORING” huffed the not too so fat not so thin
girl.

“Well you are the eldest of three, you shouldn’t preach
wrong, family that eats together lives together right?” the long nosed husband
with French beard came along.

“Its family that prays together lives together, the bathroom
is free” said the fat girl throwing the towel at the elder one.

“Hmmmm the omelette is tempting” said the thin girl, as she
started walking towards the dining hall, but was held back by the fat wife and
directed to the bathroom. Both nymphs and the couple took their chairs and were
waiting were for the third child to come.

“I want to go to Circus Corner tonight” was the demand from
the youngest nymph as she stepped out of bathroom.

“No question of going tonight” was the clear voice of the
husband

“I want to go” the youngest huffed and pouted

“You are way too young to go there, it’s really chaotic and messy
not at all safe” The husband had his fears for his sisters

“I am not going alone now am I?” the youngest turned to her
elders

“I don’t want to” the older of two lied in fear of being bad
influence

“Ummmm Hmmmm, I....” the second elder had a problem to
balance both the nymphs

“You both are scared to ask” the youngest nymph grumbled as
she munched her food

“I want to go too” the fat girl spoke

“But grandmother and uncle and aunt will come tonight, she
has a night train to catch” the little fat wife pointed the youngest out

“I know, but I turned adult a year back, it will be my first
Christmas as adult, I won’t be late, none of us has ever been to Circus Corner
on Christmas, we are adult” the youngest pleaded so did her serpent hair. The other
nymph looked at the couple with equally pleading eyes.

“Honey let them go” the husband looked at them and to his
wife

“Al right you will be home by 6.30 and you the eldest will
make sure that they return in time” the wife was serious

“Yes I will trust me, I will return only with them” smiled
the eldest nymph

“You little miss rebel-shine will come home and not miss the
train, you have weeks of travelling with grandma, uncle and aunt” smiled the
husband

“You just don’t let both them of run off your vision okay”
wife told the fat girl who in return swayed her dishevelled hair.

@#@#@#@#@#@#@#

“So smile girls” said the wife as she clicked the
photographs of three girls who were her sisters but not to each other. As her
dominant nature spoke, she dolled up three girls according to her aesthetic
sense and desire. Forced each girl to visit the beauty parlour for a quick make
over and making them wear pretty dresses.

“We gave you the permission to visit Circus Corner, why
don’t I see smile in your faces girls?” the husband asked

After enduring two autos and huge traffic, the girls finally
reached the subway station. Like another subways, it was crowded. Today it was
crowded by red, everywhere, the girls got to see every shade of hue. The ticket
counter was hidden behind the great wall of red caps. Luckily the girls had
been entrusted with the metro cards by their brother. As the eldest nymph was
responsible she asked both girls to go before her, soon both girls were on the
other side of entrence, but the eldest got stuck.

“What happened?” the fat girl asked

“My card is invalid, its expired” replied the older

“Well go and recharge it, we will wait here, it’s still on
five” cheered the youngest

“Yeah right” the eldest ran off and became part of the great
wall of red.

As both girls stood there in the crook of entrance and
escalator, they saw various kinds of red pass them by, some were in red salwar,
others in evening gowns, man in red trousers and santa caps. They saw a woman
fall down while riding escalator, they saw a mother daughter duo walk past
them, a lovey dovey couple passed them lost in dream worlds and two men were
fighting and were creating stagnation at the entrance. Both sighed: Adults?
After waiting for a while both girls decided to call for the elder as time had
wiped its horses. Soon the eldest was with them, with escalator they stepped on
to journey for Circus Corner.

They entered the train which was filled with numerable faces
with red caps. The girls felt out of occasion as they had nothing red with
them. The train which had considerable number of passengers was being filled at
every stoppage. At every station a new people entered but none left. Everybody
was heading Circus Corner the capital of Christmas celebration. Three nymphs among faces of unknown stood there
and were being crushed by bodies larger-smaller, older- younger,
pleasant-unpleasant. Three of them stood by each other like a butterfly after a
flower. When elder and younger noticed that the fat girl was suddenly turning
red and was angry

“Are you alright?” asked the elder

“You look sick and red” the younger elaborated

“If you again lay your hand on my buttocks, I swear your
hands will be ashes, move your hands now” the fat

girl shouted at the middle
aged man who was deliberately using jerks in train to touch her. This shouting
turned few heads and the man was hiding behind others now.

“Gosh, I thought people went for thin girls” the fat girl
grumbled

“No they go for easy prey” the younger unconscious of her
words

“Oh I look easy to you?” the fat girl raised an eyebrow

“No people go and harass anybody disregarding your
appearance” the eldest cleared it

NEXT SATION IS CIRCUS CORNER THE STATION IN OB YOUR RIGHT
SIDE said the electronic voice

“Hold your hands or else we will be crushed” said the middle
one

As the door opened they were forced out by army of red caps.
The same force pushed them out of the subway to the glittering streets of
Circus Corner. Indeed it was a circus of colours, decoration and lights. Every
lane, turn and streetlight was decorated, miniature Santa Claus stood in every
shop and bakery. The three girls kept walking the footpath which was
jam-packed, they were walking without directions but in awe. Finally they
decided to join the red army and create the great wall of red caps. They bought
Santa caps and wore it and roam around. The eldest walked too fast and the
youngest lost paths as she was busy with her viewfinder. The middle girl had to
drag both in a compromise, the eldest loved posing for photographs and the
youngest loved clicking and the middle was forced to part of the photo session
every two minutes. This had been the first visit of the girls to Circus Corner-
the capital of all celebration in City of Chaos. They spoke nothing was smiled
and enjoyed the colour play of red, the music of Christmas, the smell of spice
and fruit cakes, the smiles, the joy, it was a beautiful example of beauty in
confusion and temptation. They whole walking and worshipping the technology and
festival of Circus Corner was only a Quarter of an hour. When like Cinderella,
the eldest dragged both girls back to the station.

They entered what appeared half empty station from outside,
and three relaxed that it won’t be a trouble getting back home. When they
entered the entrance, they found red horns, jumbo size specs in a long queue.
The queue was like a never ending snake. The girls were confused at the buzzing
of various voice, laughter and confusion.

“Oh shit the queue for the ticket is even longer” the elder
cried

“What? Didnt you recharge your card?” the younger retorted
overlooking the fat girl in the middle

“No, it showed expired right, so I just got a ticket to
myself the token” the elder spoke over the neck of the middle and suddenly left
her hand

“Wow now we have to watch your back and be late and you
actually leave my hand” the middle fumed and turned around to pull back the end
of the elder. But she pulls the younger from going any further

“What happened now? Why are you holding me back?” the
younger was irritated

“She is gone” the fat girl answered

“Oh I see, she must have been swept away” the younger smiled

“Off course dumbo”

“Let’s wait on the other side than” The younger pulled the
second elder in the line of entrance

The queue for entering became an arena for physical and
mental dominance. All the men and women were being crushed and the two nymphs were
also part of this tournament. The thin girl was in front of the fat girl. The
fat girl was being crushed an unknown but equally helpless lass. It was chain
reaction of pushes and pulls and shouts. The thin girl held onto the second
elder, the sandwiching of bodies was resulting in rise of heat and thin girl at
times found it hard to breathe. The fat girl found herself sweating in winter.
The confusion and madness had taken control over technology when suddenly the
card reading machines went bonkers. Again after few minutes all the entrances
opened up and didn’t close, the machines had really gone mad.

“Let’s wait here near the pillar” the second elder suggested

“Yes when she comes she won’t miss us” smiled the younger

“That was something huh, so many people, I had never seen so
many” the fat girl was scared too

“Nor have I, that’s why they were scared to let us go” the
younger concluded

“May be” the second elder thought. For next quarter they
kept waiting by the pillar and searched for the eldest in the crowd of red.
They looked at each other’s face and wondered if they missed her by few
seconds.

“Let’s go to the platform, less people will be there” the
younger suggested

“I was thinking that too” the fat girl held the hand of the
thin girl and walked behind her.

The stairs which led to the platform was a five minutes’
walk on any normal day, but today was not normal day- today was Christmas.
Today the very same path of five minutes was running seven queues of human
transportation. As the two nymphs entered the path which ran parallel with the
cool wall they realised the mistake of eliminating other modes of
transportation. The eldest was out of their vision, and the struggle to go
other side was big one. The second elder was holding the younger one and taking
slow steps down, but with each step down the push became ferocious. As they
went down and down, the journey man changed from a petite woman in sari to an
old man or a couple. The fat girl was being crushed again and she was crushing
her younger. Both girls were irritated by the girl who in midst of stampede was
showering I love yous to her lover. There was a man who appeared to be facing
the wall and walking, but both nymphs realised it was just to protect the DSLR
he was carrying from mass destruction. The tall guy behind the fat girl was
actually looking at everyone and was protecting the girls from skirt chasers.
Another tall person found it easier to capture the chaos in heart of chaos land
with is video camera. A tall girl in front of them was moving ahead but was
turning around and shouting: MAA MAA. A fat woman in sari got rebuked by the
thin girl and actually sending her in line. When the movement stuck, voices
became louder and demanded fights. The girls learned a important lesson- humans
required no reason to fight. The passage or path morphed into a cubicle and was
filled with the smell of vodka. Another young girl who was high on drinks kept
pulling or pushing the second elder. The fat girl finally decided to hold her
hand till they reached the platform.

When they reached
platform, they hoped to find the eldest waiting in some corner. But their hopes
created fear that the elder was still stuck in the queue. They tried to call
her, but their cell phones had no network. They kept running around the station
in hopes of finding the elder. One moment she was their next moment gone.
Finally after missing three trains they found a policeman and went to him in
hopes of announcing about lost person.

“Excuse me sir” the second elder spoke in shaky voice

“Yes”

“We need to make an announcement, one of us has lost contact
so we want her to know we are waiting
here” the younger said shivering

“Madame wait as I have to go other side to make
announcement”

“Why?” the second elder was confused

“Do you have network in your cell-phone?”

“No” replied the younger

“Nor do I” laughed the policeman

“Dont you have walkie-talkie?” fat girl asked

“A what?”

The younger dragged the second elder, both decided to ride
the next train. So both got on the next train and came out at the next station
in hopes of making announcement via this station. After explain their problem
to the lady in uniform, they were directed to the master room. With futile
effort both looked once again at their cell phone to see that network was
flickering. Instantly younger called the eldest. The call was received and both
girl breathed a relief.

“She reached home” the younger said to the second elder

“So let us go home and pack you off to your journey with
grandma and uncle and aunt” the fat girl smirked

“But how did she get out here before us?” the thin girl was
confused

“We will better find it out when we reach home” the second
elder held the hand of the younger

“But didn’t she promise that she will return with us?” the
thin girl asked stepping inside the not-o empty car

“That’s part of being adult, you say something and do
something” the second elder ruffled the hair of the thin girl

“So we will be as contradictory as her?” the thin girl grew
her eyes

“We already are, we are family right” the fat girl gave a
huge smile

“Yes a family with confusing ties” smiled the younger

“Hey” said the fat girl looking outside the window into
darkness

“Yeah what now?” the younger was tired

“Merry Christmas” the fat girl still looked out

“Rather scary Christmas” mumbled the younger

The second elder said nothing and remained calm, both of
them rode back to the not-so-high building, where in not-so-big apartment,
lived not-so-old couple who were worried like their parents. In the end both
realised, they had also inherited the same fate of the eternal worrier like
their guardians. They head back to the comfort of familiarity, the city wakes up to celebrate. The city once had a happy name, but its happiness drove it crazy and now its known as City of Chaos.

P.S- the views of the characters belong to me, any
resemblance to living or dead is coincidental and I hope the person indented
has enjoyed the story.

Simply Witchy Me

All I can describe myself is, I am a Tame Less Tempest, Aim-Less Learner, never aware of what I want.
Born Blank, Raised Ordinary, Lived Ignorant, BUT CATCHING UP my life is a celebration of Books, Friendship, Solitude, Observation, Education and Curiosity.
My life is a toast to living without guilt"- hence I am still Clue Less of what I want.